hello a.k.a blackbird singing in the dead of night
hello a.k.a blackbird singing in the dead of night
so, i'm really looking forward to Bm2007 : )
not just for the event itself but also because this online forum seems like a cool community of people. my last home online... well, all things must pass i guess. not to mention they DROVE me from it, those mean mistreaters.
i am getting the feeling that life comes in cycles. for me it is seven years. seven years ago i was lost and BAM suddenly i found the rave scene in my little town and from there it was two years of bliss three years of lost and two years that took me from ohmygodsomehowilovethatgirl all the way to the place i'm at now. i get the feeling that these seven years are going to happen again except now i have a chance not to make the same mistakes. plus, PLUS i've since discovered bob dylan, hehe...
i have no idea how i'm getting down to nevada and no idea how i'm going to get a shade structure if i end up flying down. i have no idea what possessed me to invite my dad to come with me (he said another time). i have no idea how i'm going to find my friends. part of me thinks i should go on my own and like they say on the website confront my own survival. i like the Dharma Bums by Kerouac, i like where the character is dragging himself up the side of a mountain, gets scared then realizes, You can't fall off mountains (You Fool). i am banking on 5 L/day * 7 days + 10% spare + 10% extra = 50L of water, 50 kg = 110 lbs, but you know what, i am strong enough to haul 110 pounds of just water, that is why i love my yoga teacher so much, because he drops us into warrior poses and makes us hold them forever, just in case the world ends someday. and lo and behold, now there is burning man.
i'm going to be fitted for a tutu tomorrow : ) i'm going to be a blackbird. therefore black army boots too! and i have figured out that i can stay covered up if i wear a pure white dress shirt with a black tie, shirt knotted à la brittney spears. i have to decide if i want to chance taking my beautiful, shiny, chrome-plated steel guitar into that harsh environment or if i should just take the ol' beater. my shiny one is sooooo shiny. i want to take my nice guitar very much, because a bird has to sing, after all, pretty little love songs.
i read that there was a temple of sorrow at burning man which really made me sit up and take notice. like, i set out one night when the light was low, there were stars in the sky but i didn't know i'd be caught in the grip of an undertow, ditched on a beach where the sea hates to go, with a child in my arms and a chill round my soul, and my heart the shape of a begging bowl. maybe i will be a lamplighter. i hope that there will be someone there for me because i am going to need someone to lean on, i know i'm going to and i know as well that someone will be there for me. that's part of why i'm not scared to be going.
there is this very beautiful girl i'd like to camp with but i'm not sure i'm ready, mentally. she is very centered. when she got to her birthday party it was like a movie star had arrived, like, you could feel the room's collective gaze move towards her car door and then she came out, back door passenger side, and she is tall. maybe she has powers but i'd be cool with that.
hmm. there is really no easy way to bust into a forum like this. but i like wearing my heart on my sleeve.
here's a poem i'm very fond of and reminds me of my yoga teacher, but you can make it about burning man too :
i never really understood
what he meant
but every now and then i find myself
barking with the dog
or bending with the irises
or helping out
in other little ways
peace, cats : ) long life
not just for the event itself but also because this online forum seems like a cool community of people. my last home online... well, all things must pass i guess. not to mention they DROVE me from it, those mean mistreaters.
i am getting the feeling that life comes in cycles. for me it is seven years. seven years ago i was lost and BAM suddenly i found the rave scene in my little town and from there it was two years of bliss three years of lost and two years that took me from ohmygodsomehowilovethatgirl all the way to the place i'm at now. i get the feeling that these seven years are going to happen again except now i have a chance not to make the same mistakes. plus, PLUS i've since discovered bob dylan, hehe...
i have no idea how i'm getting down to nevada and no idea how i'm going to get a shade structure if i end up flying down. i have no idea what possessed me to invite my dad to come with me (he said another time). i have no idea how i'm going to find my friends. part of me thinks i should go on my own and like they say on the website confront my own survival. i like the Dharma Bums by Kerouac, i like where the character is dragging himself up the side of a mountain, gets scared then realizes, You can't fall off mountains (You Fool). i am banking on 5 L/day * 7 days + 10% spare + 10% extra = 50L of water, 50 kg = 110 lbs, but you know what, i am strong enough to haul 110 pounds of just water, that is why i love my yoga teacher so much, because he drops us into warrior poses and makes us hold them forever, just in case the world ends someday. and lo and behold, now there is burning man.
i'm going to be fitted for a tutu tomorrow : ) i'm going to be a blackbird. therefore black army boots too! and i have figured out that i can stay covered up if i wear a pure white dress shirt with a black tie, shirt knotted à la brittney spears. i have to decide if i want to chance taking my beautiful, shiny, chrome-plated steel guitar into that harsh environment or if i should just take the ol' beater. my shiny one is sooooo shiny. i want to take my nice guitar very much, because a bird has to sing, after all, pretty little love songs.
i read that there was a temple of sorrow at burning man which really made me sit up and take notice. like, i set out one night when the light was low, there were stars in the sky but i didn't know i'd be caught in the grip of an undertow, ditched on a beach where the sea hates to go, with a child in my arms and a chill round my soul, and my heart the shape of a begging bowl. maybe i will be a lamplighter. i hope that there will be someone there for me because i am going to need someone to lean on, i know i'm going to and i know as well that someone will be there for me. that's part of why i'm not scared to be going.
there is this very beautiful girl i'd like to camp with but i'm not sure i'm ready, mentally. she is very centered. when she got to her birthday party it was like a movie star had arrived, like, you could feel the room's collective gaze move towards her car door and then she came out, back door passenger side, and she is tall. maybe she has powers but i'd be cool with that.
hmm. there is really no easy way to bust into a forum like this. but i like wearing my heart on my sleeve.
here's a poem i'm very fond of and reminds me of my yoga teacher, but you can make it about burning man too :
i never really understood
what he meant
but every now and then i find myself
barking with the dog
or bending with the irises
or helping out
in other little ways
peace, cats : ) long life
for me and my true love will never meet again
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now I ask how things could get much worse
if Saddam Hussin got up there first
wowwy pretty scary
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Re: hello a.k.a blackbird singing in the dead of night
jpx wrote:i'm going to be a blackbird.
But..but...but....
*pout*
You're a cat! You can't be both!
Yes, that is the only part of this entire thread I was interested in. It's only my favorite song ever of all time ever in the universe, I can't help it.
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Re: hello a.k.a blackbird singing in the dead of night
\/Blackbird wrote:jpx wrote:i'm going to be a blackbird.
But..but...but....
*pout*
You're a cat! You can't be both!
Yes, that is the only part of this entire thread I was interested in. It's only my favorite song ever of all time ever in the universe, I can't help it.
You have never heard that song until you hear Neil Carter belt it out..
Re: hello a.k.a blackbird singing in the dead of night
The more birds the better, I say.Blackbird wrote:jpx wrote:i'm going to be a blackbird.
But..but...but....
*pout*
You're a cat! You can't be both!
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